Chapter 1589: Stay to Help Her, or Leave with the Hair?

"Here you go." Tang Qian walked over with a box.

She was very thoughtful, cutting off the hair and carefully putting it aside, making it convenient for Bai Zhi’er to take away.

"Thank you." Bai Zhi’er appreciated her thoughtfulness.

Tang Qian’s expression seemed somewhat forlorn: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Bai Zhi’er shook her head: "No. But I think your mother should be very proud of you."

Tang Qian was taken aback, she gave a wry smile: "Probably not."

Bai Zhi’er pointed to the whole wall of trophies.

"You dance so well, she certainly would be proud of you."

With those words, she was ready to take her leave.

Tang Qian saw her off at the door.

At the moment Bai Zhi’er looked back, she saw the dense black aura of death on Tang Qian’s brow.

It indicated an unexpected catastrophe, a nearing end of fate.

She couldn’t help but frown.

"What’s wrong?" Tang Qian couldn’t understand why the other was staring at her.

Bai Zhi’er engaged in a fierce inner struggle.

Should she stay to help her? Or leave with the hair?

She was Heavenly Dao, she shouldn’t meddle with the cause and effect or life and death of mortals.

But Tang Qian did help her...

After a long silence.

Emotion ultimately triumphed over reason.

Bai Zhi’er suddenly asked, "Can I stay at your place for the night? Wherever you’re going tomorrow, I’ll go with you."

"Tomorrow? I’m going to a filming." Tang Qian was puzzled.

Bai Zhi’er nodded: "Then I’ll go with you. Given your situation, if I stay by your side for two days, it should probably pass."

Saying this, she turned back into the house.

Tang Qian followed behind her, closing the door behind them.

"Pass? Pass what?"

"Your death calamity." Bai Zhi’er said calmly, looking around, then pointed to the sofa: "I’ll sleep here. You can wake me up in the morning, okay?"

Tang Qian was taken aback, rushing to say: "No, if you really are an immortal, how can I let you sleep on the sofa? The guest room is available. Let me tidy it up for you."

With that, she hurried into the guest room, vacuuming and making the bed.

Seeing Tang Qian busy with preparations, Bai Zhi’er took out a phone from the Qiankun Bag.

She pondered for a while, figuring out how to make a call.

Annoying metal box, it’s hard to use!

Just then, the ringtone "Wife loves me, I love my wife" started playing again...

Feng Fuce and she truly had a mental connection.

"Hello?" Bai Zhi’er answered.

On the other end, Feng Fuce’s gentle, languid voice came through: "Are you done over there?"

Bai Zhi’er glanced at Tang Qian who was making the bed.

She whispered, "Hmm... I observed her face, she’s on the verge of life-threatening danger, so I plan to stay here temporarily and accompany her through this difficult time, especially since I’ve taken her hair, I can’t just walk away ruthlessly."

On the other end of the phone, Feng Fuce was standing in the hospital.

Upon hearing these words, he imperceptibly furrowed his brow.

"What a coincidence?" he said.

Bai Zhi’er was puzzled: "Coincidence?"

Feng Fuce pinched the bridge of his nose: "The person just rescued from a big fire, a minute ago, the doctors issued a critical condition notice. Things don’t look good, and most importantly, all their hair was burned away."

Bai Zhi’er opened her lips, momentarily at a loss for words, feeling only sadness for the other party.

Feng Fuce said: "If there’s nothing pressing on your end, then my son and I will quickly move to the next person. I suspect they are facing their destined calamity simultaneously. Although we don’t know the cause yet, it’s not favorable for us."

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly said: "Go ahead, no worries. I’ll stay with Tang Qian for a few more days."

After speaking, she hung up.

Turning around, she found Tang Qian watching her.

"Immortals use cell phones too?" Tang Qian was very curious, glancing at Bai Zhi’er’s phone and marveling: "It’s the latest model too."